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milliways_bar2012-03-30 04:24 pm
aaaaaaaagh_sky) wrote in milliways_bar2012-03-30 04:24 pm
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[OOM: Need books printed en masse? There's work to be done! Smelly, smelly work, but still!]
The chemical smell starts coming through the door almost before it's open. Ellen ducks in with her head low and her shoulders hunched and darts for the stairs as fast as she can, muttering apologies for the stink as she goes.
Thank God for showers in the rooms upstairs. And for laundry service, an unimaginable luxury by Wasteland standards. True, her Vault suit's going to be out of circulation for a while as it gets cleaned, but at least it'll be wearable again without that reek. She'll have to see about whether any of those prewar jumpsuits lying around the RobCo factory fit her for future printing projects. Her Brotherhood green fatigues are clean and in good repair, so that's what she'll wear downstairs, even if she's not on active duty at the moment. Waste not, want not.
(The idea of casual clothing to simply wear around the house when one isn't working doesn't occur to her. The only reason to have more than one change of clothing, in her experience, is to have a backup to wear while the other one is being cleaned or mended. Or perhaps to use for spare patches and parts.)
At any rate, the chemical stink is gone by the time she comes downstairs in the old green garb. She'll get dinner from the Bar- something with meat and fresh vegetables, since today's work was worth celebrating- and find a place to sit with it.
And maybe crack open the latest book Moira's printed up, a copy of Caleb Warnock's The Forgotten Skills of Self-Sufficiency used by the Mormon Pioneers. Moira might have some difficulty grasping that other people don't have the same kind of tolerances and interests she does, but when it comes to the Arlington library archives, she's got fantastic prioritizing skill.
[tinytag: Kirby]
The chemical smell starts coming through the door almost before it's open. Ellen ducks in with her head low and her shoulders hunched and darts for the stairs as fast as she can, muttering apologies for the stink as she goes.
Thank God for showers in the rooms upstairs. And for laundry service, an unimaginable luxury by Wasteland standards. True, her Vault suit's going to be out of circulation for a while as it gets cleaned, but at least it'll be wearable again without that reek. She'll have to see about whether any of those prewar jumpsuits lying around the RobCo factory fit her for future printing projects. Her Brotherhood green fatigues are clean and in good repair, so that's what she'll wear downstairs, even if she's not on active duty at the moment. Waste not, want not.
(The idea of casual clothing to simply wear around the house when one isn't working doesn't occur to her. The only reason to have more than one change of clothing, in her experience, is to have a backup to wear while the other one is being cleaned or mended. Or perhaps to use for spare patches and parts.)
At any rate, the chemical stink is gone by the time she comes downstairs in the old green garb. She'll get dinner from the Bar- something with meat and fresh vegetables, since today's work was worth celebrating- and find a place to sit with it.
And maybe crack open the latest book Moira's printed up, a copy of Caleb Warnock's The Forgotten Skills of Self-Sufficiency used by the Mormon Pioneers. Moira might have some difficulty grasping that other people don't have the same kind of tolerances and interests she does, but when it comes to the Arlington library archives, she's got fantastic prioritizing skill.
[tinytag: Kirby]
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Green greensFresh veggies..."Poyo..." says the pink thing currently staring at Ellen's plate.
Why of course Audacious this is the PERFECT time to start playing "Green Greens"!
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"Um," she ventures at last, not really sure what she's looking at. "Hi there?"
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He's hungry.
(But then again, he's always hungry.)
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Well, he... seems harmless enough.
"I'm sorry, little guy, are you hungry?" she says, and points to some of the veggies with her fork. She couldn't tell you their names, just that they're green, and some of them are orange too. "Did you want some of these?"
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Not like she needs them all, yanno?